I know it, I am a fat bulimic

Yes, I am a bulimic. I was diagnosed so. I was hospitalized because of it and I dont fucking care.

I've always been so. I mean ever since my fucking mother told me I was fat in front of some creepy doctor and was sent

to a spa for fat people. Ever since that I was throwing up on a regular basis. My weight was changing slowly for the better

but then again I gained everything back. Every fucking time. Now I weight 93.8 kgs and I hate myself. Literally. I'm going to change that again. I hope I will. My motivation will be this blog and maybe the fact that I am writing these posts in English because I really love this language. Please forget about my gramatical mistakes or whattever. Well...I don't even care about some shity comments. I don't care about it. I just wanna loose this fucking weight and I am angry, very angry. Thats why I curse and I will continue to do so as we speak.

Whats my story you ask?

I am a psycho and I know it. I am bipolar queen, semi-lesbian, emotionally unstable bulimic. Well my doctors claim that. I dont mind. I know that I am crazy. It's my battle. And I am choosing to loose weight. FOREVER. I wont really mind if I die doing so. But to be honest - I am so fat that I cannot simply die from malnutrition. I will last a century to die. So shut up you anorexia and bulimia awareness people. SERIOUSLY.